Loathe
Feeling too tight, peel my skin
Let myself go, and watch me spin
Out of control, blood, blood on the pavement
Look at my hair, look at my neck
Blade in my hand, what do I cut next?
Gettin' real close to the point of breaking
I'm so gross it makes me sick
I'm so gross it makes me sick
I'm gross it makes me
Fuck it all
Fuck this
Fuck that
Fuck-
I wanna burn all my clothes
Wanna cut off my nose
I hate all my skin
And how I feel inside
I wanna tear out my eyes
Then sleep till I die
I'm trapped to the bone
With all the things that I loathe
I loathe
I loathe
I loathe
Bury me three feet, down in the the dirt
Put me on a plate, feed me to the worms
Rip, tear, break, throw me back in the earth
Cut me up, I don't really care if it hurts
I'm so gross it makes me
I'm so gross it makes me sick
I'm so gross it makes me
I'm so gross it makes me
Sick!
I wanna burn all my clothes
Wanna cut off my nose
I hate all my skin
And how I feel inside
I wanna tear out my eyes
Then sleep till I die
I'm trapped to the bone
With all the things that I loathe
I loathe
I loathe
I'm trapped to the bone with all the things that I
Let myself go, and watch me spin
Out of control, blood, blood on the pavement
Look at my hair, look at my neck
Blade in my hand, what do I cut next?
Gettin' real close to the point of breaking
I'm so gross it makes me sick
I'm so gross it makes me sick
I'm gross it makes me
Fuck it all
Fuck this
Fuck that
Fuck-
I wanna burn all my clothes
Wanna cut off my nose
I hate all my skin
And how I feel inside
I wanna tear out my eyes
Then sleep till I die
I'm trapped to the bone
With all the things that I loathe
I loathe
I loathe
I loathe
Bury me three feet, down in the the dirt
Put me on a plate, feed me to the worms
Rip, tear, break, throw me back in the earth
Cut me up, I don't really care if it hurts
I'm so gross it makes me
I'm so gross it makes me sick
I'm so gross it makes me
I'm so gross it makes me
Sick!
I wanna burn all my clothes
Wanna cut off my nose
I hate all my skin
And how I feel inside
I wanna tear out my eyes
Then sleep till I die
I'm trapped to the bone
With all the things that I loathe
I loathe
I loathe
I'm trapped to the bone with all the things that I
Credits
Writer(s): Reed Hoelscher, Madison Bell
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